Letters & Biographies

Straight Diaper Boy; Gay Daddy Dom – by Nathan

December 29, 2015

Hi DaddyJ/MrWashington! I don’t know if you’ll remember me, but my daddy and I met you a while back at a party in Seattle. I saw that you posted a letter from another straight diaper boy that had a daddy and I figured I would share my similar story and hope you can post it. 😀

You see, in addition to my desire to be put into diapers, I also have a fetish for being overpowered and humiliated. For years I looked for a woman large enough to overpower me, but since I’m 5’11” and 165 pounds it proved to be much more difficult than I hoped. I paid several women that offered wrestling services to overpower me, but most insisted that I just let them win which defeated the purpose. The ones that didn’t require me to take a fall were easily overpowered by me and again it defeated the purpose.

After a decade of looking for a woman that probably doesn’t exist, I met Dan at a wrestling fetish meet up. He was an intimidating figure – looking like a Hell’s Angel with a gym membership. Everything was very platonic at first, as we discussed our kinks and I told him how long I had searched for the right woman to wrestle me to the ground and put me into diapers. Attending these events always gave me an outlet for my need to be overpowered, but it was always wrestling with other men and didn’t give me the true thrill I was after.

Dan asked if I wanted to wrestle and I agreed. It was clear he would win and a lopsided beatdown on the mat was exactly what I needed at the time. It went as expected, with Dan pinning me over and over. At one point, while holding me face down with my leg and arm pinned, he whispered in my ear:

“Maybe I should put this little weakling in a diaper like the baby he seems to be.”

That was all I needed and I could feel my dick getting hard inside the cup I was wearing.

“Why don’t you cry for momma baby boy?”

My cock was rubbing against the cup as I struggled to free myself and after only a few moments I came in my pants. Dan knew what happened right away. He let go of my arm and slapped my ass hard, then said “Go change your pants diaper boy”.

Even though wrestlers cumming in their pants wasn’t uncommon, I was still quite embarrassed by it. There was also the fact that he referenced diapers during our foray, which was something I wasn’t really open about to the wrestling community. Even though he had just told me to go change my pants, he took hold of my arm and walked me off the mat and back to where we had been talking. He then spent fifteen minutes trying to convince me that what I really needed was a daddy, because there weren’t many women in the world that could overpower me and even fewer still that would be okay with diapers. When I admitted that he may be right, he smiled at me and asked if I wanted to come to his place. I knew I was in an odd head space at the time, but I still agreed.

We took his car, since I had walked to the event. He asked where we could stop to buy diapers and I told him I had a few in my bag, which I always kept there just in case. His house was nice and I could tell he made a good living. Even though he lived alone, he had five bedrooms and a large bonus room with a gym and wrestling mat.

Right away he became very domineering and told me to strip down to my wrestling shorts. I was intimidated, but feeling quite submissive at the same time, so I stripped down. After stripping down himself, he just grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me across the room.

“I think it’s time someone gave you the discipline you clearly need.” Was what he said as he sat down and pulled me across his knee. In hindsight, it seems silly, but I was really confused about what was going on at the time. It wasn’t until I felt him pull my shorts down and slap my ass that I realized he was spanking me. It took three smacks before I came to that realization and started to fight back. I managed to twist myself nearly off his knee before he put his other leg across mine and stopped me. I started trying to pull myself off his knee with my hands, but he was too strong. Finally, I was relegated to reaching behind me and trying to block the blows as he spanked me harder and harder, but he just grabbed my wrist and twisted it up between my shoulder blades.

He spanked me long and hard until I was blubbering and bawling. Being spanked was never one of my interests and rightfully so. It was just plain painful. However, it had the intended effect of dropping me into subspace really hard. When the fight left me, our exchange went something like this:

“You want me to stop?”

“Yes! Please stop! Please! Please! Please!”

“If you want me to stop before I’m finished, you’re going to have to beg me to put you in a diaper.”

“Please put me in a diaper! Please stop hitting me! Please!”

“Who’s the crybaby?”

He smacked me a few more times.

“I’m the crybaby! Please put me in a diaper! Please stop hitting me!”

I was in serious distress and really just wanted it to stop – and it did. He held me there for a moment and then told me to go put my nose in the corner while he gathered some things. I started walking toward the corner and pulling up my shorts, but then he grabbed me again.

“Did I tell you to pull up your shorts?!” He seemed genuinely upset.

“No! I’m sorry!”

I was just timid and scared at that point. He literally just put arm around my waist from behind and held me at side completely off the ground, as he pulled the shorts off my legs. Then he gave me half a dozen more smacks before setting me back down. Completely naked, I rushed to the corner and waited for me. I could hear him going through my bag and some other things, but I was too afraid to turn around and look. And as much pain as I felt in my ass, I found myself in a state of subspace I had never been to before and I was on an endorphin high. At that point, I may have jumped off a bridge if he ordered me to.

After about ten minutes, he came back to the corner and turned me around. I saw he was holding a straitjacket, which was both exciting and terrifying at the same time. He held it up and demanded that I put my arms in, which I did. He turned me back around and pressed my face into the corner while he tightened all the straps. Then he pulled my arms around and fastened them behind me as well. The crotch strap was left dangling in front of me as he pulled me across the room to the mat. Instead of helping me to lay down, he just picked me up and put me on the floor.

He had two of my Bambino diapers out of my bag, which he unfolded and placed under my ass. They weren’t taped up yet though, because he had other plans. He opened a small leather case and pulled out a clear plastic chastity device. It took him a moment to find the right size ring, but then he popped it all together like he had done it hundreds of times. It was tight, but not entirely uncomfortable.

His next surprise was a butt plug that looked enormous from my viewpoint. I later learned it was only a medium, but it was scary enough that I started to struggle to get away. He had no problems holding my legs up as he lubed it up and slid it into my ass. It hurt like hell as he steadily pushed it in, with the widest part feeling like it was going to split me in half, but as soon as it passed to the base it felt fine. Of course I felt like I desperately needed to poop, but it wasn’t painful. Then he taped up both diapers before rolling me onto my belly and fastening the crotch strap of the straitjacket tighter than I would have liked.

After that, he just picked me up off the floor and tossed me over his shoulder. He carried me to another room that was clearly his bedroom. At the foot of his bed was a large footlocker with a few small holes in the side. He opened it up and made sure I got a good look inside before he spoke.

“You have a choice to make. You can sleep in the footlocker or you can sleep in bed with me. If you choose the bed though, I’m going to need a little oral satisfaction. Your choice. What’s it going to be?”

As much as I enjoyed the subspace I was in, giving another man a blowjob seemed like just way too much for my straight mentality. As scary as the thought was, I chose the footlocker. He seemed disappointed as he dropped me inside and I had to curl up to fit. When he closed the top, I got a little claustrophobic and had to focus on calming down. Probably fifteen minutes passed before the stuffiness and heat inside the locker got to me and sucking dick seemed like such an easy thing to do. Hoping it wasn’t too late, I yelled through the hole, asking if I could change my mind. A moment later, the lid opened and he asked if I was sure. When I nodded yes, he lifted me out of the locker and set me on the floor on my knees.

He was already naked and sporting a semi-rigid erection as he stood in front of me and waited for me to start. With my arms bound in the straitjacket, I had to guide my mouth over his cock and almost choked when I tried to go further than I should. I actually started to get aroused from sucking his dick, but the chastity device just made that an uncomfortable experience. It took him about five minutes to cum and he held my head in both hands as he made me swallow every drop.

Afterwards, we went to bed and I slept surprisingly well for the situation. The feeling of needing to poop passed after a while and I wet the diaper twice during the night. The next morning, he removed the straitjacket, but left everything else in place. He told me if I wanted this to be permanent, to give him a call. However, he wasn’t looking for just a play partner, so only call if I was ready to move in and make it real. He also told me the lock on my chastity device was a numbered plastic tab, so he could tell if it was tampered with. If it was removed before I saw him again, I would be punished.

He had called a cab and paid cab fare to get me back to my car, but it was an embarrassing trip as I felt like everyone could tell I was double diapered under my clothes. Of course, nobody said anything, but I was still incredibly nervous.

At home, I removed the soaked diapers and pulled out the butt plug. I wanted to remove the chastity device, but I hesitated. The idea of being in a D/s relationship with another man seemed ridiculous, but it offered more possibilities than anything I’d had before. I wasn’t ready to accept a full time thing just yet, but I also dreaded the promised punishment if I did decide to take that route, so I left the device in place.

I realize that I probably went into far too much detail, which is a tendency I have. To make a long story shorter, it took me about a week to decide that it was exactly what I wanted and I called Dan. He was pleased and we made arrangements for me to put my stuff in storage and move in as his permanent submissive diaper boy.

Now I wear diapers 24/7 and Dan is frequently wrestling me down for punishments. Even though I am not physically attracted to him, I very much enjoy sucking his dick and getting pounded in the ass after a grueling match. So, in closing, I would just like to say that is possible for a straight man to find the perfect partner of the same sex. 😀

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    1. Thank you for the clarification. If you don’t mind, I have a couple questions. How long have you been together? What is a day in your life like?

      1. We have been together for almost three years. He has kept me in chastity and diapers the entire duration, which was a lot harder to get used to than I would have expected. I’m allowed out of chastity two days a year on my birthday in June and for Christmas. Otherwise I get my rocks off from Dan fucking my ass until I have a prostate orgasm.

        At first, Dan was not keen on messy diapers so he kept me plugged most of the day and gave me a small window every morning to use the toilet. That proved to be unrealistic after an emergency room visit for an impacted colon. Now I use my diapers for everything, but I have to change the messy ones myself and shower.

        We still wrestle several times a week. Wrestling, spanking and chastity are Dan’s primary kinks, so it meshes well with my need to be overpowered. Although I hate being spanked so that usually only happens a couple times a month. Dan has learned to enjoy the admiration he gets from the diaper community as a Daddy Dom, so I get to have a lot of local get togethers. He also likes to ‘accidentally’ expose my diapers in certain circumstances like the time someone farted on an elevator and he wanted to teach them a lesson by checking my diaper and making them uncomfortable.

        Other than that I am working out of the house as an artist which is only possible because Dan owns his own contracting business. I owe him everything and I think we will be together for a long time to come. 😀

        1. Thanks for the info! I have been giving some thought to a similar situation myself. My 30th birthday is coming up and I still haven’t found a mommy type that is willing to have me. However, there is an older gentleman not too far away that wants to be my daddy, but I’m straight. It’s a very tempting offer and it’s nice to know that others have had good results in similar circumstances.

        2. Sounds like a dream come true. If it’s not too obvious that I’m fapping to your letter, can I ask about the first time he took you from behind? 😉

        3. LOL! It’s fine. I’m glad people enjoy my writing.

          The first time was the day I moved in. When all of my stuff was settled, he sat me down and gave me a list of rules to follow. He wanted to make it clear that he was in charge and he wasn’t going to wrestle me into submission for every single little thing. Sometimes I would need to accept his authority. When he finished his speech, he told me to strip naked so he could inspect my chastity device which was still in place. Then he told me to show him that I accepted his authority over me by getting down on all fours and allowing him to do as he pleased.

          I was nervous as he stripped down and stroked his cock until it was hard and put a condom on. Then he squeezed a huge glob of astroglide into his hand and slathered it all over his dick. It took him a minute or two to get it into my ass, because I was nervous as hell and his dick is a lot bigger than I would like. But once he had it in, he went wild for several minutes until he came.

          When he was finished, he stuffed me with the same plug he had sent me home with. The plug went in with a lot less pain that time, but it still hurt. After that he gave me enough hard swats to turn my ass pink, but not enough to make me cry. He just wanted to remind me of the consequences of disobeying. Then he diapered me and showed me the rest of the house. 😀

  1. Wow! Thank you so much for publishing my story! I wasn’t sure if it was acceptable or not, but I’m riding a high right now. You rock! 😀

    1. Not far fetched at all. At the time, I was a typical starving artist. One of the reasons I took him up on his offer was because I wasn’t sure I would even make rent that month. I didn’t have any ties to the house or family to support so it was easy to make a quick decision.

  2. Love the story. Thanks for sharing. I’m very similar in many ways. I identify as straight, but I prefer to submit to other men. Having a dominant partner that is capable of overpowering me, being able to spank me hard enough to illicit tears, and knowing that I have no choice is a powerful feeling. As far as sex, I’m a believer that sex is just sex and being intimate with another man doesn’t change your identity.

  3. Love the story, wish more diaper boy content would be published here, but it is what it is. Are there any stories about Dan forcing you to mess yourself.

    1. Not really. Only happened one time and it was a disaster. I had expressed interest in being held down and given an enema for the purpose of forcing me to mess myself. When he finally did it none of it worked as expected. Apparently I’m not good at receiving enemas and half the water leaked around the nozzle. When it was over it smelled worse than other messy diaper and the diaper leaked. I had to run to the shower and stand there while I finished. Nothing about it was hot. It was just annoying. We haven’t tried again since.

  4. I would be honored if you shared this and future true stories in the Gay Diaper Erotica Group on Fetlife! Your story is a beautiful and sexy one!

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